Beautiful

Do I love you because you’re beautiful or are you beautiful because I love you? ~ Oscar Hammerstein

Once, a powerful king agreed to help a small, lost boy find his mother. Since the boy described his mother as the most beautiful woman in the world, the king commanded all the beautiful women in the kingdom to come to the castle.

From miles around, they came – women with complexions of porcelain and hair of spun gold, with cheeks the color of apricots and eyes as dark as the raven�s. But none of them was the boy’s mother.

When the last of the women had paraded before them, and the king and the boy had begun to despair, they heard a timid knock on the door.

‘Come in,‘ the king said wearily. In shuffled an old washer woman, her gray hair tied up in a handkerchief, her hands rough and red, her dress coarse and patched.

‘Mother!‘ the boy cried when he saw her, and he leapt from his chair and raced into the woman’s arms. The king stared in amazement.

Beauty is everywhere.
It is in the daisies, in the lavender wildflowers, in the new green grass of spring.
As we walk through life, noticing such beauty strengthens us.
It reminds us of the spiritual creative force alive in this world.
On better days, we can feel our own creativity gaining power from such beauty.
On harder days, nature’s sunset can help us step out of our suffering for a moment to be comforted and inspired by its splendor.
Even storms, in their wild and angry way, show us a power greater than ourselves.
Such awesome beauty is beyond our understanding, and yet it is part of the earth we live on.

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. ~ Rachel Carson